“So, the invitations. Can you do it?”
“Should I know what I’m inviting them to?”
“I guess it’s sort of an apology party. ButI don’t want to call it that. Can you think of something appropriate? Make it sound like a celebration.”
Bliss scratched her head. Then her eyes opened wider. “I know. How about Gaia’s gala?”
“Gaia’s gala. I like it. Okay, let’s call it that, and how do we send these invitations?”
“There are several ways, but first I need to know where it will be held and what date and time to give out.”
Gaia let out a long breath. “I don’t know. What’s a good time and day to hold these things?”
“Usually a weekend night works best. Most people don’t have to work. I think the Fierros are all on the same shift…at least they were before most of them moved from Boston to Puerto Rico.”
“I’ll leave it up to you. See if you can find a date and time that works.”
Bliss looked confused, her brow wrinkled. “I could probably ask Drake to find out. He knows them better than I do. And it wouldn’t be weird for him to want to keep in touch.”
“Okay then, do that. Just tell me when and where to show up, and I’ll throw a very nice party for all of them.”
“Would you like these invitations on paper sent in the mail or in electronic form sent by email?”
“What do you recommend?”
“I’m not sure what their email addresses are. How about if I find out what their mailing addresses are and I can send them a nice paper invitation? That would be the thoughtful and special thing to do.”
“Okay. That sounds good. Thanks very much.”
“Is there anything else, Goddess?”
“No, not unless you have something to ask or tell me.”
Bliss paused to think and then said, “No. Everything is good. We’re all fine. The job is going well. The baby is growing up quickly. He’s three years old now. Walking and talking. You should see him running after his daddy, trying to be exactly like him. Of course, he’ll never be a dragon, thank goodness. I’m just as happy that he’s a little human being andnota baby dragon that I have to attempt to discipline.”
Gaia laughed. “Very good. And of course you know my number one rule. He’s never to know about your husband’s paranormal powers. Or yours.”
“Yes, Gaia. We are well aware of your rule.”
“Perfect. That’s all I ask. Thank you for sending the invitations. Just let me know where and when everyone is gathering, and I’ll be there.”
“Would you like someone to organize the party itself?”
“Who would you suggest?”
“How about if you leave it to Brandee and me? The two of us can do it together. Unless you have someone else in mind. I could ask my close friend who owns the tea shop on Beacon Hill to have it there. They usually close in the early evenings now. Maybe they can keep it open later and make it a private party.”
“Is this a human establishment?”
“Well, yes. But that’s why I suggested Brandee and I host it for you. We both used to waitress there. My best friend is the manager, and now she’s married to the owner.”
“That sounds fine. Who’s your friend?”
“Claudia Cross.”
Gaia planted her face in the palm of her hand.
“Oh, that’s right…you know her. Do you think that might be a problem?”
